Auntie Mame was right, we need a little Christmas. Tomorrow begins what another classic carol teaches us are the 12 days of Christmas! (Does anyone else think that old school Christians could have lifted that whole concept from the Jews? Just saying, it sounds a little suspicious.)
The photo above is my tiny office fiber optic nerd-mas tree, which I purchased about four years ago from the 99 Cents Store. This year I've decorated it with Dark Phoenix, Domo, Woodstock, Prince Phillip and an Imperial Guard - in keeping with how much of a dork I am.
I think there's something very special about a California Christmas, especially coming from New England. Today for example, it's 85 degrees and sunny. But y'know what woke me up this morning? A few people on the street below singing Christmas carols. It was only for a moment, but it was magical.
Holiday television has also been firing on all cylinders, this year. The heartfelt and hilarious "Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas" on Community was done entirely in stop-motion claymation, and is sure to become a holiday classic for years to come. 30 Rock made up for a pretty lackluster season so far with "Christmas Attack Zone", which saw the return/reunion of Jack's mother Colleen (Elaine Stritch) and father Milton (Alan Alda).
And despite lacking any sense of character development or continuity most weeks, Glee delivered a sweet - albeit "very special" - episode that featured some traditional song choices, Brittany still believing in Santa, and Sue in green-face as The Grinch. Not to mention this number, which brings me endless amounts of joy:
So raise your glass of egg nog! Here's to the start of the 12 Days of Christmas. I hope none of you receive any pregnant geese this year. Or farm animals in general, really. But leaping lords? That's another story.